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It always meant “hallucinate”, that’s why it was funny.

Mr. Peanutbutter

but also

Bandit Heeler

It’s only 10¢, but still, it’s weird that it happened twice.

Stephin Merritt (musician / songwriter)

Robin McKinley (novelist)

Phil Lord and Christopher Miller (television and film)

Butter and peanut butter spread together on a single thick piece of warm bread. It’s so delicious it almost makes up for how much of a mess it is… just like me.

You keep asserting this in the face of multiple people telling you otherwise. That doesn’t mean you’re wrong — but it certainly doesn’t mean you’re right, either.

I’m not here for content. I’m here for interaction. Repost bots are all noise no signal from that perspective. Similarly a thousand users who lurk are less important to me than a single user who remembers me across threads (probably as “that guy who doesn’t believe in [linear time | disbanding the Electoral Collage | Ohio being part of the Midwest | the superiority of the metric system]”).

See, that’s why I love my underfloor heating.

I want to say SW Europop? But don’t quote me on that.

It doesn’t bother me. I can sleep in any conditions.

The admins are great: dedicated, funny, and humble. They are hesitant to defederate and transparent when they do.

The communities are fantastic. Active, focused, and relevant. Worth browsing through even if you don’t have an account there.

Uptime is consistent and server infrastructure is almost completely transitioned to renewable energy.

slrpnk.net is the best lemmy instance, not sure yet for piefed

If I could obtain information about which glyphs I had in my words just by color, writing as I do would not form such a trial to my mind. With color highlighting any slips, my writing would display such facility that any man would, admiring my wit, fall into a swoon, so brilliantly would my words and constructions assault him.

I feel like Millenials are pretty well-defined: We came of age in the aftermath of 9/11. Anyone who can’t remember that time is too young to be a Millennial.

It’s an aide to introspection. A way to better know yourself. How can you achieve your goals if you’ve never examined what they are? How can you overcome your limitations if you haven’t identified them?

Nothing, I totally want to meet my heroes.

The fragmentation of multigenerational households. Without that support network, raising children is much harder and more expensive and much, much more daunting.

That’s about when I first read the Hitchhiker Trilogy, so, yeah.

only two states award electors by district, the rest are winner-take-all

I dunno, all those movies you mention seemed to have a lot in common, like a protagonist who becomes unsatisfied with their life, enters a new realm with different rules, undergoes great trials, almost fails but receives unexpected aid, and ultimately gets what they sought but finds themself no longer fitting into their former life.

Just something I’ve noticed.

I conceive of myself as a decision-making process. I’m not my body and I’m not my mind and I’m not my feelings, but at the same time I am not myself without those things; they are the filters that give the (imperfect) inputs to my decisions and execute the (imperfect) outputs of those decisions, and with different filters I would make different decisions.

The above is a very Stoic way of viewing the situation, and you’re welcome to read more.

To address your own situation, you seem to be concerned with with what I’ll call “authenticity”: are these my real feelings, is this how I really think. Don’t be. Authenticity is a trap. Human nature is kinda shitty. You can be better than it. That’s not an act or a fake; that’s ethics.

Whether you feel depressed because the world sucks or the world seems to suck because you’re medically depressed, the answers are the same: Make the world better, make yourself better (by medication if necessary). It’s okay to have something wrong with you; we all do. But you gotta try to make it better. If I don’t wear my glasses to correct my nearsightedness, that doesn’t make me noble, just impaired. But at the same time, it may seem that the world outside my window is blurry not because I forgot my glasses, but because I need to wash the window. Sometimes one or another is enough, sometimes you need to do both.